When we nipped out yesterday for a Saturday bookshop and cappuccino fest we knew it was -2 at 2pm in the afternoon! Honestly all I do is skulk round the house in roasty toasty sweatpants and thick socks or arm my legs with my H&M woolly leggings when I venture out.
I need the weather to change as I'm in danger of wearing my hat a lot and I usually only reserve it for my cycle to the station and then hide it under the child seat on the back. The trouble with exceedingly cold weather is warmth is the driving force, so, after a while one feels like a lost sock in a washing machine - will I ever get my style mojo back or am I consigned to looking like a layer cake or slob every day. Seriously I think of Carrie running to Miranda's in the cold of NYC on New Years Eve in SATC The Movie and I think heck where's my stylist when I need her!
Still the frosty visitation does make London and the suburbs look mighty pretty. I took photos to prove it!